to the core of what eats us

to the core of what eats us

 

 

blue birds, blue jays and blue bloods

Baltimore Bullets

red stained streets

red stained hearts

crimson tears bleed for families

the protectors need protecting

 

a spray of delusion

armed enforcer of retribution

looking through the site of a gun

eliminates lives for revenge or fun

 

but the fingers on the trigger shake with certainty

bombs bursting within the air of sanity

 

we are all cracked,

fallen from the nests

without learning to fly above the hated worm

food for anger

 

crawls into our souls

and destroys the apple from within.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/15/16

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Way too much vigilantlyism these days. Not cool

[Alisa Js]

I think when we as a society, lose focus and up in down, right is wrong.... things will start to implode very quickly if we're not careful.

I pray it's not too late.

Alisa

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i, too, pray it's not.

thank you, Alisa...

j.

[dan]

jacob, a very telling reminder of the times in which we live, blotches of red...walls and streets running crimson...for what? "Baltimore Bullets," NBA forgotten names...if everyone owned a gun would we all get in a circle and shoot across the breach? watching the news each day sends shivers throughout my whole body...am I next?
tremendous piece of writing sir. thank you for allowing me to read and think.
take care...dan

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, dan,

j.

[Shannon]

OK, it's extremely moving...will try to explain. The image of birds never learning to fly really hit home. What we expose children to so young these days, the media they consume sometimes horrifies me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, S. Mi

j.

[sL]

I've read through this poem several times now. It is so spot on regarding our reality today. An apple rotten from the core is the ugliest kind of rotten apple. What I love about the style in this poem is that you used alliteration so flawlessly. Sometimes, when I write alliteratively--(not sure if that is the word)--I feel like it may sound phony. Thank you for sharing this poem of truth.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Stephanie..

j.

[Marianne Rose]

Intense and real, reflecting the world as it struggles. I love the cracked, fallen images, even the capturing of violence in strong poetic phrases. The last lines are harrowing and true to life. I string together fall and apple and think of being cast out of Eden. Though this has never been Eden, a lot of people thought the American Dream was their saving grace. I favor a more optimistic perhaps instead idealist view, but these words do reflect what I really feel, under the hope I still cling to. Thank you for going there, no sugar-coating.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words, Marianne...

i appreciate your responses so much.
j.

[William Liston]

Wow. I really enjoyed the imagery in this piece, especially the way in which it seems to wander, almost makes the poem feel like a dream. I love how this piece seems kinda open-ended, meaning that the descriptions can be interpreted in many different ways. I think you did very well with this poem; this is one of those pieces that I describe as "felt more than understood" because even though I didn't clearly understand everything in this poem, I could still feel emotion behind the words. Well done.

-William Liston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, William, for your kind review.
j.

[icelandicblue]

We are ever so flawed. So many finding purpose in a hollow point world.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful comment, Anne...

we certainly are flawed...

read morethank you for your insightful comment, Anne...

we certainly are flawed...

j.

[Ananya]

The world has gone mad. I don't know if any part of the world is peaceful now. You have penned the mayhem perfectly. I loved last lines

we are all cracked,
fallen from the nests
without learning to fly above the hated worm
food for anger

I pray for peace.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i too pray for peace...thank you Ananya..

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I felt this all the way into my bones and soul. Walloped by "crawls into our souls and destroys the apple from within".

Tour de Force writing. You can hit home runs all day Jacob without blinking an eye.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Al.
j.